Chapter 119 (1/2)

Gong Zhengyu nodded his head, but the two men in black behind him didn't look very good. Ling He pretended that he didn't see anything and asked Yang Jian to go to the warehouse to check the ore.

Monsoon smoke came to the prescription with a long feeling of juxtaposition. There was only one juxtaposition left in the brocade box. The place where it was taken is still fresh. Monsoon smoke quietly breathed at the blooming long love flower. The originally delicate long love flower suddenly became more gorgeous, and the aura around the long love flower suddenly became a lot thicker, which is similar to the two before There is no difference in aura.

The corner of the mouth of the monsoon smoke draws a sly smile, opens the stove tripod and prepares to refine the long love flower!

Because she didn't know much about changqinghua, and she didn't dare to add other herbs in it, so soon, a red pill was finished refining. When monsoon smoke took it out, the pill was still hot. She carefully put the pill into the bottle, walked towards the yard where the fire was flowing, smiling, and Bai zedada followed with his small hoof.

In the quiet courtyard, Liuhuo sits alone under the big tree, a pair of beautiful eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and his eyes are still staring at the fallen leaves scattered around him.

Mingming is still a young boy, but somehow, those drooping eyes are filled with layers of melancholy.

”Little fire.” The familiar voice was suddenly introduced into Liuhuo's ear and interrupted the Liuhuo's thinking. His heart was slightly shaken, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his head, but his body was frozen for a while, without any action.

Monsoon smoke looked at the little beautiful man sitting under the tree with his head down. He smiled and joined in, but he didn't dislike it. He sat on the ground next to the fire.

Liuhuo's body quivered slightly, and moved to the side subconsciously.

”What's the matter? Is it uncomfortable? ” The monsoon smoke didn't notice the abnormality of the flowing fire, but when he was still injured, he raised his hand and naturally stuck it on his forehead with his palm.

Under the palm, the tentacles are cool.

”No problem.” The monsoon smoke is a bit hazy.

”I'm fine.” Liuhuo some awkward opened the monsoon smoke hand, stuffy voice way.